In Arizona, my parents were packing for a trip to Las Vegas. It was going to be a nice vacation for them, my Dad loves Las Vegas. He is perhaps the only CPA I know who loves the idea of the frivolous and carefree LV lifestyle.
At 5:00 am, the morning of January 13th, I was up for my usual bathroom break, exhausted and trying to decide how I would make it through the next three weeks. I remember thinking, "37 weeks today, only three left to go" while I stared at my disgustingly swollen and painful feet. As I lay back down in bed for another hour of fitful sleep I heard a strange pop and felt a gush, I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I was sitting in the bathroom yelling for Jon, who claims he was still asleep (as he was less than 20 feet from my yelling, I doubt it). Finally, I yelled "I think my water broke!" I heard him fall out of bed and start running.
Thirteen hours later, Isobel was born and she was perfect. By far the best Birthday gift I have ever given Jon.
The moral of the story, I really will do anything to avoid shopping for gifts for Jon. :)
Tomorrow, Isobel starts kindergarten. I have been spending a lot of time thinking about her last five years and how grown up she is.
So, the next few days, I plan to be sappy and post lots of pictures from Isobel's last five years. I started last night with one of her first pictures... I can't believe she was ever that little, I can't believe she is already this big...
Needless to say, my parents didn't make the trip to Vegas; I guess I owe them one... I am sure I will pay them back, just like always (in this case, always means never).
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